Chapter - 75
The woods were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the cool evening breeze. Jacob stood in a small clearing, his sword gripped tightly in his calloused hands. Beads of sweat clung to his brow, but his gaze remained sharp, his body coiled with tension.
He exhaled slowly and stepped into his stance, his feet grounding into the soft earth. With a measured breath, he swung his blade in a fluid arc, feeling the familiar weight of the steel slice through the air. Again and again, he repeated the motion—strike, pivot, recover. Jacob moved like clockwork, every motion a careful blend of strength and control.
